Burdened by an irrational fear of being pushed onto the metro tracks, a woman muses on what it is to fall. To fall flat, but also to fall heavily in love, deep into sleep, or into a holiday pool that time on a faraway Greek Island at 2am. Water acts as an important element. Waves keep crashing, summoning Deeply, Madly as an obsession with moments of being mid-motion—bodies, emotions and time that all succumb to gravitational forces—from the lovesick, to the slapstick, to the macabre.
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